Going back

I wanna be a clown
but they took it from me
my red nose no longer beeps
can’t entertain
can’t suck my teeth
I’m dreaming in those greys and black
can’t keep coming from the back
I wanna be a clown
but my shoes are flat
no more squeaking pants don’t sag
they took it from me
took my laugh
nothing fun about not going back

Clowns in alabaster skies

Circles in the air
everything is here!
The square all festive
round
we throw our brains
right down
shooting cotton clouds
we grow braver now
now that we see clowns
circles in the air
the red nose we see clear!